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• Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.
  -- Thomas Dekker (1577-1632), _the Comedy of Patient Grissil_...
• Eyes of unholy blue. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- By that Lake whose gloomy Shore
• And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Oh think not my Spirits are always as ligh...
• A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Intercepted Letters, Letter vi...
• The light that lies In woman's eyes. -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Time I 've lost in wooing
• To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why
  To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by....
• How to tell time by children: When they're very sleepy, it's time to go to school.
  When they never felt more wide awake in their lives, it's time for the late late late late late movie....